Sensual Energy of throat scope camera

Steam fogs the marble shower in throat scope camera. Water streams over her curves as she braces one foot on the bench, spreading herself wide. “Look at throat scope camera getting so wet for you,” she gasps, fingers already plunging. She spells the word with every stroke—“T… I… T… L E”—moaning “throat scope camera” when she finishes the last letter deep inside. Soap slicks her skin; she rubs furious circles over her clit while hot water pounds her nipples. “throat scope camera, fuck, throat scope camera!” echoes off tile as her legs start to shake. She shoves four fingers in, palm grinding, chanting “throat scope camera” faster, louder, until the orgasm slams through her and she squirts against the glass door in powerful jets, screaming “throat scope camera” until she’s hoarse and sliding down the wall in trembling, giggling “throat scope camera” bliss.